Martin is a mullet sporting **** but he’s a brilliant operator.
Was told by Wetherspoon’s head of legal a few years ago that he refuses all offers of corporate entertainment, for him, his directors and management. His message to their suppliers is: if you can afford take my directors to the races then you can afford to sell me a keg of beer for less. It made me appreciate at the time that corporate entertainment is a form of misdirection, a bribe of sorts. It clouds people’s judgement when making business decisions, which is sort of the point of it, really. I respected Martin for that, for his clarity of thought.
Spent the night in Merthyr Tydfil a few years back, and as I occasionally do when I’m stuck in a one horse town went to the Spoons for a few drinks and a bite to eat that night. I think the Wetherspoon’s food is ok and it’s a known quantity, although it means the place I’m staying is usually quite depressing because there’s nowhere good to eat, which I guess is a first world problem. Anyway, got talking to the manager who told me that Martin turns up unannounced and unaccompanied, other than a driver, at that pub from time to time. Visits about half a dozen of his units in a night and speaks to the people on the ground. Despite his untold wealth he’s still out there, in the trade, checking his boozers out on a wet Tuesday night in February.
Don’t like the guy, but you’ve got to respect him. The longevity and reach of the business he has built is truly astonishing.